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Aug 2019
He wanted peace
and love,
he found war and death.

He didn't care
about the material world,
like poets don't.

Trapped in the human body,
he couldn't win,
people made him lose,
like they always do
with someone who is greater than them.

I look at the men in robes,
with crucifixes
hanging around their necks
and I think to myself:

If he was alive today,
he wouldn't admit he knows them.
They'd call him Judas today.

If he was alive,
he wouldn't want to have anything to do with them.
Peter B
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Peter B  35/M/London
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